All I have is Jesus

I was thinking about writing an article about our response to our own depravity (both what it often is and what it should be) and as I struggled to put my thoughts onto the page, I remembered a hymn that I had written when feeling extrodinarily guilty about a sin some time ago. It is very simple, and it is a song, not a blog article per se. But I hope you like it and find it to be edifying in some way. It’s called “All I Have is Jesus”.

All I have is Jesus His blood my only plea The sting of death He suffered For me on Calvary

Oh that I could grasp That heavenly mystery Would that I could comprehend What happened on that tree How my sin can yet be His I surely cannot see But eyes of faith though week and dim Receive Him Thankfully

All I have is Jesus No righteous works to bring The judgment mine by Him absorbed Of this my soul should sing

Oh that I could grasp That heavenly mystery Would that I could comprehend What happened on that tree How my sin can yet be His I surely cannot see But eyes of faith though week and dim Receive Him Thankfully

All I have is Jesus His goodness paid to me On my account the Savior scorned Now from my sin I’m free

Oh that I could grasp That heavenly mystery Would that I could comprehend What happened on that tree How my sin can yet be His I surely cannot see But eyes of faith though week and dim Receive Him Thankfully